Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.